Lyrics

Walking around the happiest place in the worldBut all I do is wonder if your hair's still curledSouth of Brownsville, Texas, south of Miami BeachBut all it means to me is that you're further out of reachEverywhere is sand and sun blue sky, water tooI need you

The Spanish moss is hanging and you find a polished stoneYou pocket it for luck and then you walk on aloneThey'll rent you a bicycle with the tires blownThey'll cook you up a blackened fish and strip it to the boneA slave ship just came in, I been talking to the crewI need you

In that house, Hemingway is boxing in the backI go down to the library and check out all the factsNowadays it's hard to write a line, my own thoughts bore meI found me an island kid who says he'll do it for meI'mYeuTiengAnh.com: Chúng tôi phát hiện truy cập không hợp lệ.Bạn cần đợi 1 minutes 48 seconds nữa mới có thể xem đầy đủ.